words words words
I read three books last weeks- or five- if you also count the novel manuscript I read twice while editing.
writers
And there is always more.
We walked the streets of NY, but not like that. I mean, had we done THAT I wouldn’t be broke right now.
Unpacking my head.
After a few days of jam-packing information into my skull, I was happy to veg in front of the 130 incher and see LOST.
The best non-required reading.
TIN HOUSE.
I am a whore for this literary magazine. Every time a new one arrives I DEVOUR it.
Mr. Shields hoped historians would find his minutia meaningful.
Thanks to this great teacher, I am reading obituaries today.
The title above is a direct quote,
Decatur Book Festival: I went, I saw, I sweated my ass off
On Saturday, Hotlanta lived up to its name and coughed up a phlemy,
Don't you just LOVE IT when things CLICK?
I recently finished the major overhaul of my manuscript, We’re Not Waving, We’re Drowning. It feels perfect this time.
It's cool to READ, people.
Men who read are sexy. As long as they are not reading self help books.